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Street Level Entrance in Back
Please watch this.
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This is a hypothetic euthanasia machine in the form of a roller coaster, engineered to humanely – with elegance and euphoria – take the life of a human being.
The 3-minute ride involves a long, slow, climb — nearly a third of a mile long — that lifts one up to a height of more than 1,600 feet, followed by a massive fall and seven strategically sized and placed loops. The final descent and series of loops take all of one minute. But the 10g force from the spinning loops at 223 mph in that single minute is lethal.
This is nuts. The creator, Designer/Artist Julijonas Urbonas, tells Discovery he doesn’t see his suicide machine as being about death, but as “an intellectual and artful departure from the world.”
MINDFREAK.
ListeningHave you ever sat very silently, not with your attention fixed on anything,
not making an effort to concentrate, but with the mind very quiet, really still?
Then you hear everything, don’t you?
You hear the far off noises as well as those that are nearer and those that are very close by,
the immediate sounds—which means really that you are listening to everything.
Your mind is not confined to one narrow little channel.
If you can listen in this way, listen with ease, without strain,
you will find an extraordinary change taking place within you,
a change which comes without your volition,
without your asking;
and in that change there is great beauty and depth of insight.
—Jiddu Krishnamurti
Thank you, moonmoth & terramantra.
New Toy
A few days ago I purchased a car for $650. 1980 Toyota Corolla Wagon with tons of charm.
It’s not without it’s problems, namely rust, but it runs great and has only 97,000 miles on it though you wouldn’t know it to look at it. Currently it needs brake work which I have ordered parts for and will do this week. Once the brakes are fixed and I make sure all the important bits work I will get this thing on the road and start saving for body work.
35mpg here I come!
Foreign Policy Special Report: The Future is Now
Some of the “world’s most bleeding-edge thinkers” give their predictions of the year 2025 to FP and as you can imagine, it’s pretty grim. Start with Google’s Hal Varian: Micromultinationals Will Run the World (And cheap robots will help them do it) and work your way downhill.
(Source: gifsallthewaydown)
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A letter written by physicist Richard Feynman to his dead wife, Arline, Oct. 17, 1946:
D’Arline,
I adore you, sweetheart … It is such a terribly long time since I last wrote to you – almost two years but I know you’ll excuse me because you understand how I am, stubborn and realistic; and I thought there was no sense to writing. But now I know my darling wife that it is right to do what I have delayed in doing, and what I have done so much in the past. I want to tell you I love you.
I find it hard to understand in my mind what it means to love you after you are dead – but I still want to comfort and take care of you – and I want you to love me and care for me. I want to have problems to discuss with you – I want to do little projects with you. I never thought until just now that we can do that. What should we do. We started to learn to make clothes together – or learn Chinese – or getting a movie projector.
Can’t I do something now? No. I am alone without you and you were the “idea-woman” and general instigator of all our wild adventures. When you were sick you worried because you could not give me something that you wanted to and thought I needed. You needn’t have worried.
Just as I told you then there was no real need because I loved you in so many ways so much. And now it is clearly even more true – you can give me nothing now yet I love you so that you stand in my way of loving anyone else – but I want to stand there.
I’ll bet that you are surprised that I don’t even have a girlfriend after two years. But you can’t help it, darling, nor can I – I don’t understand it, for I have met many girls … and I don’t want to remain alone – but in two or three meetings they all seem ashes. You only are left to me. You are real.
My darling wife, I do adore you. I love my wife. My wife is dead,
Rich.
At the end he wrote, “PS Please excuse my not mailing this – but I don’t know your new address.”
John Muir (Thank you, sweetpeapath, dasdingansich & dreaminginthedeepsouth)
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“Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say and not giving a damn.”
-Gore Vidal
“Know, first, who you are, and then adorn yourself accordingly.” Epictetus

